O Good Doctor, our paths will not likely cross again: but what far-reaching guide have you been to the ways of the cosmos!
Asimov was not only the harbinger of robots, the narrator who could mix sense of wonder with Agatha Christie-like deductive inq

O Good Doctor, our paths will not likely cross again: but what far-reaching guide have you been to the ways of the cosmos!
Asimov was not only the harbinger of robots, the narrator who could mix sense of wonder with Agatha Christie-like deductive inquiries: He was also the singer of the great Corporation as an engine of scientific advancement, of the Machines as weavers of the future of mankind (if only dull men could do without meddling with them!), of Reason as a necessary pathway. And he could craft characters: mostly men given to scientific endeavours, but, why not, also one woman which is sometimes even female-like: Susan Calvin, colder than her robots, but endowed with female cunning for manipulating her fellow engineers' motivations.. As poor Gerald Black will discover once and again.